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- destined for greatness -
~Minho's POV~
I woke up to the smell of brownies.
And not just any other brownies. Newt's super special secret-recipe fudge brownies.
It smelled so shucking GOOD.
So naturally I jumped out of bed (and when I mean jumped, I literally do jump out of bed in the morning. Thomas and I share a bunk bed and I sleep on the top) and ran out into the living room to eat some brownies.
Ok- I guess brownies for breakfast isn't the BEST thing for me to eat, or anyone really, first thing in the morning.
But you've never tasted Newt's brownies.
They. Are. HEAVENLY.
Anyway, while I was making my way through the living room and to the kitchenette, I slipped on something on the ground and crashed to the floor.
It freaking hurt like a mother.
I'm usually pretty good at not slipping on things, because there's always random clunk around our dorm that we have yet to clean up (like school papers, socks, half eaten bags of potato chips), but this time the thing I slipped on wasn't any of my crap.
Or Thomas' or Newt's crap.
I knew it didn't belong to any of us because the thing that I slipped on was a SHUCKING BRA!
YES. A totally gross female item RIGHT THERE in the middle of the floor, CAUSING ME PAIN.
I stumbled to get back up before I stared at it in disgust.
What the shuck was it even doing here?!
My mind started coming up with a million outrageous scenarios before I remembered that Brenda had slept over last night. I glanced at the couch and gave a huge sigh in relief- there she was, sleeping peacefully.
Which could only mean that the bra belonged to her.
"Pst...Brenda." I stood behind the couch and poked her face, hoping she would wake up.
"Breeeeendaaaa. Yo. B-dawg. Dude. Dudette. Bree. Hey. Hello. Wake up. Wake up shuck-face."
It wasn't working.
I bent down closer to her ear but stopped midway. She looked kinda pretty when she slept. Her long, wavy brown hair trailed down past her shoulders, her face looked so natural and calm... she looked so serene, so beautiful...
Too bad I had to ruin it.
I crossed my fingers that she wouldn't beat me up, took a large deep breath and yelled,
"BRENDA WAKE UUUUUUUUP!"
SMACK!
SHUCKING SHUCK-BAGS when will this woman stop slapping me?!
"What?! What's going on?" She asked, still half-asleep, sitting upright and looking around like a lost dog.
"Don't worry, nothing's happening," I reassured her, standing up straight and rubbing my face. (This chic smacks HARD.) She stared up at me with her mouth hanging open, blinking a few times.
"What? Well... then why did you wake me up?" She questioned me in annoyance. She collapsed back on the couch and groaned.
I squinted at her.
"I woke you up because I almost DIED slipping on your shucking bra- which you just left in the middle of the freaking floor!"
Brenda yawned for like 5 hours before finally acknowledging me. But even before that she had to get up and stretch and put her dorky nerd glasses on.
"Hello? Did you hear me?!"
"Yes, Bedhead, I heard you," she FINALLY replied, rummaging in her bag for something (probably her contacts).
I blushed when she called me Bedhead. So I have messy, crazy hair in the morning. Everyone does!
That's why the love of my life, hair spray, was invented.
"Sorry that you almost died over my bra," she told me, chuckling. "I'm so used to just throwing it across the room before I go to bed, I didn't think to put it in my bag or anything." She glanced at me to see my reaction. I could tell she was enjoying this.
I, however, was not enjoying this.
Awkward..bra..conversations at seven in the morning.
All I wanted was some of Newt's brownies. And instead I get THIS.
"Yeah, well whatever. Just... Don't do it again." I grumbled, turning away and shuffling into the kitchen.
"I promise!"
I refrained from glancing back at her. Instead, I checked the oven for when the delicious brownies would be ready.
Five more minutes.
UGH TOO LONG.
"Newt woke up super early to make those," Brenda commented, and this time I did look at her. She was gathering her clothes and toothbrush, I guess to take to the bathroom and get ready. "I never knew he liked baking."
She looked up at me. I looked away.
"Yeah, he...he only bakes when..."
I could sense Brenda's curiosity growing.
"When what?"
"...When he's down."
That's all I could say. I really didn't know how else to put it, and Newt never really gave Thomas and I an explanation as to what the reason was. We kind of just learned about it over the years of knowing him.
Newt gets sad more often, he gets low more often, and he gets quiet more often then anyone else we know. Then anyone else I know.
I still don't know what to call it. And I still don't know if it's as bad as I think, or if it's really not that bad and it's just my worry for him making it seem a lot worse.
Brenda appeared in front of me. I looked up at her and saw her face was filled was concern, and a little bit of understanding.
"I'm sorry, Minho..." She told me- the first time I've ever heard those words come out of her mouth, directed to me. But it wasn't for me exactly. It was for Newt.
"I know."
"Hey guys, what smells like heaven out here?"
Thomas entered the living room, having just woken up and still wearing his Captain America PJ's (T shirt and very comfy looking sweats). Minho was in the kitchen, eating brownies, Newt was sitting on the couch and lacing up his shoes, and Brenda was currently in the bathroom.
"Newt's super special secret-recipe fudge brownies, that's what." Minho replied, answering Thomas' question. He held up his plate of brownies for extra emphasis.
Newt rolled his eyes.
"Why do you guys call them that? They're just brownies."
"They're not just brownies!" Minho gasped, pointing at Newt with his fork. "They're your brownies! And they're shucking DELICIOUS!"
Thomas laughed and entered the kitchen, grabbing a plate of brownies for himself.
"Minho doesn't lie, Newt. Your brownies are amazing."
"You two are gonna throw up, ya know." Newt said, standing up and beginning to fix the couch cushions and the one pillow that they had on it for decoration/comfort. (It was an ugly shade of puke green with a pink flower sewed onto it, and with threads coming off. BUT it was comfy.)
Thomas stopped chewing and looked up.
"Why? Did you poison them?"
"No, but you two are eating them for breakfast. Not a good idea."
Minho and Thomas looked at eachother. Then they shrugged and kept eating.
"It's worth it." Minho claimed, which made Newt shake his head and smile.
The door to the bathroom opened and out came Brenda, dressed and ready for the day. She wore a black Beatles T shirt, red skinny jeans, and black combat boots. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a hairband.
"Hey guys! How goes life?" She asked loudly, skipping to the kitchen and grabbing a brownie to eat.
"It goes on." Newt replied. He grabbed his backpack from by the TV and swung it over his shoulder, and then joined the rest of his friends by the kitchenette.
Brenda shoved a brownie in her mouth and then grabbed her messenger bag from behind the couch. She turned back to the guys.
"Don't you two have classes today?" She asked Thomas and Minho, referring to the fact that both of them were still in their PJs.
"Nope." Thomas replied, the same time that Minho said, "Don't know."
Everyone stared at Minho.
He coughed awkwardly.
"Uh, what I meant to say was, I..."
Thomas stared at him, eating another brownie. Newt raised his eyebrow. Brenda give him a "what the fudge?" face.
"...Uuuh, yeah don't know, don't care."
"Ugh, Minho they're gonna kick you out of this college," Brenda rolled her eyes and grabbed another brownie for the road.
"Sounds good to me."
"I'm with Brenda on this one, mate," Newt said, looking serious. "I know the classes here are really hard, but I don't want to see you getting kicked out."
"Yeah, that would be pretty embarrassing." Thomas commented.
"Fine, if it's that important, I'll go to my shuck classes. Gosh." Minho grumbled, throwing a few more brownies on his plate.
Thomas, Newt, and Brenda all exchanged glances.
"Ok, well... I gotta go!" Brenda said, securing the strap of her messenger bag around her shoulder. She smiled at the guys. "Thanks for letting me sleep here last night. You guys are awesome, don't forget it!"
Newt and Thomas smiled back. Minho pouted.
"No problem, Brenda. See you later!" Thomas replied, waving goodbye as she crossed the room towards the front door.
"See ya later, Bree." Newt said, nodding goodbye.
Minho sighed.
"Bye! Try not to kill anyone else with your bra!"
Newt and Thomas stared at him and like he was crazy.
Brenda laughed. "I'll try not to! Bye!" She slipped through the door and was gone.
Newt raised his eyebrow. "Kill anyone with a bra? What was that about?"
Minho smirked at him.
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out."
After that he proceeded to laugh like an evil maniac and then stuff his face with a few more brownies.
Newt and Thomas rolled their eyes.
"Guess we'll never know."
After Newt departed for class, Thomas and Minho were the only ones left. Thomas pulled out his homework to study while the latter used a fork to poked around through the brownie crumbs, his eyes shifting back and forth.
After shifting his eyes for a few more seconds, he smirked, apparently making up his mind about something. He looked up at his roommate. Then he gave a very dramatic sigh.
Thomas looked up.
"You okay?"
Minho sighed louder this time, and (if possible) even more dramatically, ignoring his friend's question.
Thomas raised his eyebrow.
"Minho. Shank. What's wrong?"
The spiky-haired teen looked up at his inquisitive friend. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, alerting Thomas that whatever he had to say wouldn't be good.
"Thomas my friend... I need help."
"Yes, I know. Finally gonna see a therapist, I see?"
"Not quite. I've had this AWESOME idea for a prank in my head for a while, but I need help pulling it off."
"Please don't continue talking-"
"And since Newt is in class, you get to be the lucky shank that helps me do it." Minho smirked in success.
Thomas moaned.
"Come OOOON, dude- I thought you had a class?"
Minho waved his hand through the air, as if swatting a fly away. "Yeah, yeah, I'll do that later. So you in or what?"
Water from the kitchen faucet leaked out, drip drip dripping in the sink in a steady rhythm. The ceiling fan spun at a pace slower than a snail; adding an irritating creaking noise. A fruit fly was buzzing around the whole place, zooming past Thomas' face without a warning, a please, or a thank you.
Thomas exhaled slowly. He couldn't study in these conditions.
Absolutely not.
He closed his textbook, stood up and turned to face his eager friend.
"Fine, I'm in. But if we get caught and kicked out, we stay at your old folks place until we find somewhere else. Meaning I stay at your old folks place until YOU find me another place to stay."
"Deal- let's go!"
They were walking through the doorway when Thomas suddenly stopped walking.
"Hold on, who are we pranking?"
Minho smirked cunningly. He clasped his hands together in front of his face and then answered.
"Newt."
~Thomas POV~
We ended up right outside of Newt's classroom. There were windows on the double doors that led to the room, and when we poked our heads in the windows we could see Newt sitting and listening politely to his evil psycho Professor.
He was so...sooo, just so...
Newt.
Yeah. He's Newt.
He's awesome.
Anyway, we tried to ignore the odd looks of people passing by as we got to work.
"Ok, what do we do?" I asked Minho, the genius mastermind behind all of this.
He shifted his eyes around to make sure nobody was listening. Then he smirked in excitement.
"Ok, so first we get a whoopee cushion and fill it with pudding-"
"Wait, wait, wait-" I interrupted, eyeing him carefully. "You did remember to bring this stuff with you, right?"
Minho blinked.
"Uhhhhhhhh-"
"Minho!" I groaned in exasperation, facepalming. "You're telling me we walked all this way, JUST to walk all the way back to our dorm to get the stuff we need to do the prank?"
"Actually I don't have a whoopee cushion, and I'm all out of pudding. Sooo we'll probably have to go to the store and buy this stuff."
I glared at him. He smiled all innocently, trying to appear adorable for extra affect.
"I'm going to kill you."
"And I love you too."
SO about half an hour later, after running to the store and buying a whoopee cushion, chocolate pudding, hair product for Minho (he apparently ran out of his special hair spray even tho his hair looked immaculate as usual), and a Root Beer for me, we were back at the door to Newt's classroom.
The bad thing was that Newt's class ended in twenty minutes.
"Let's do this," Minho whispered excitedly. We were crouched right outside the classroom door on the left side, hiding being a giant purple plant. "Hand me the pudding."
The plant was fake, by the way.
"Ok but don't eat it." I warned, handing my partner in crime the package of pudding cups we had purchased.
He rolled his eyes, and then proceeded to rip the package apart. He used his pocketknife to cut the end of the cushion and then he started to fill it with pudding.
As he did so, a clear image of what he intended for Newt appeared inside my mind.
"You want him to sit on it and it'll look like he clunked his pants." I told Minho matter-of-factly.
The hair-product-obsessed teen snickered like a hyena.
"It's gonna be great!"
I suppressed a sigh.
"You are so immature."
"Shut up and help me."
"Fine. But how exactly are you planning on getting it underneath Newt's bu-?"
"AHEM."
My voice froze.
My body froze, my blood froze, my entire MIND completely stopped working.
Minho and I looked up from our hiding spot and low and behold there stood the most hated authority figure on campus. The scariest, cruelest, creepiest authority figure on campus.
Vice President Janson.
He stood hovering above us, a whole 6 feet and 3 inches of crushed souls and broken dreams. His gray hair complemented (more like degraded) the white suit that he always wore. It was hard to stare directly at his face because of the giant mole he had on the side of his chin- and the fact that he looked like a rat.
My friends and I were 99% sure he was part rat, part demon.
And this part rat, part demon, the Vice President of TGA, had just caught us about to pull a prank.
"Good after afternoon, gentlemen. What kind of homework are we studying today, hm?" Rat Man inquired of us, staring down his nose with these beady black eyes that could almost suck out your soul if you looked too closely.
Minho and I were speechless.
We were pretty much dead. Kicked out of The Glader Academy. Pranking is WAAAY off limits in this school. And it's a known fact that Rat Man gives totally unfair, ridiculous, cruel and unusual punishments.
This is all according to Alby.
"Looks like we're not studying at all, oh no," he insisted, his voice full of sadistic sarcasm. "This looks more like a childish prank, methinks. I hope you two know this is against the rules."
I think that was when me and Minho's brains clicked and started processing what was happening, because after that we started rushing out excuses and apologies- which we both knew were useless. But it was worth a shot.
"We're so worry-"
"-didn't even know-"
"-never do it again, ever-"
"-it was his idea-"
"Silence!" Rat Man hissed, glaring in irritation.
I think I almost clunked my pants.
I think Minho did.
"Names. Now."
"Minho Lee."
"Thomas O'Brien."
I held my breath, waiting for the horrible words to hit my ears: you're expelled. It was inevitable now. The dread was taking over my stomach and threatening to escape when something unexpected happened.
Rat Man's face changed.
He still looked butt ugly, but he wasn't glaring at us anymore. Or smirking in glee like I expected.
He was raising his eyebrow very slightly. Frowning. Contemplating.
"You're Thomas O'Brien?"
I swallowed nervously.
"Uh... yes?"
"Is that a question? You either are or you're not. Are you Thomas O'Brien?!"
"Yes! Sir!" I added "sir" as an afterthought.
V.P. Janson rubbed his chin, obviously trying to think of a worse, more violent way to punish me. He probably had a row of special knives he wanted to gut me with. Or a collection of bad soap operas he'd force me to watch.
This was officially the worst day of my life.
"Thomas... THOMAS..." Janson chuckled, and then smiled.
He actually smiled. And it was CREEPY.
He finally made up his mind and then looked down at me with this new, creepy grin of his.
"Thomas O'Brien. 19. Lived with his father, mother and brother until accepted to TGA. Roommates: Minho Lee and Newton Sangster. Top grades, perfect attendance, perfect behavior."
Minho and I exchanged glances. He had this expression on his face that said WHAT the shuck is going on.
"Well, Thomas. You are a top student. Top student, indeed." He motioned to the whoopee cushion. "We all make mistakes, and I hope you never let me catch you make this one ever again. We're expecting great things from you, Thomas. One can't have too much fun when he's destined for greatness."
"Destined for greatness?" I repeated, completely confused at what he was going on about.
"Yeah, what do you mean he's 'destined for greatness?'" Minho demanded, crossing his arms. "And how do you know everything about him?"
Janson turned towards him. His smile was gone.
"Detention, Lee. Every day this week."
"WHAT!?"
"Pranking is firmly prohibited, which you should know."
"But- this is college, there is no detention!"
Janson just stared at him as if he were the biggest disappointment in the world.
Then he turned back to me, his creepy grin back.
"Great things, Thomas. Great things."
After that he was gone.
Minho shook his head, glaring after Ran Man with loathing in his eyes.
"I can't believe him. I'm paying with my OWN money to take classes here, and he thinks he can just give me detention!?"
"Yeah, weird..." I wondered, staring after him as well. "What do you think he means, I'm destined for greatness?"
"That shucking rat-face... no way I'm going to detention. I don't even know where it is!"
"And he knew everything about me, too."
"Shucking shuck-face...aw shuck."
The doors to Newt's classroom opened and students began spilling out.
"And we didn't even get to do the prank!" Minho threw his arms up in anger before crossing them, pouting his lips.
We saw Newt heading toward us.
"Hey Minho, why do you think he only gave you detention and not me?" I asked him.
"Maybe he's in love with you."
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Newt asked us. He immediately noticed the whoopee cushion filled with pudding and the package near our feet. He curled his eyebrows.
"What's up with this crap?"
I glanced at Minho.
"That's not important anymore. Newt, have you ever met V.P. Janson?" Minho demanded of our friend.
"Rat Man? No, not in person."
"Good. That slinthead is EVIL. He just gave me detention for a week, and he let Thomas off completely free!"
Newt turned to me and smiled. "Seriously? That's hilarious! What was this shank busted for?"
"He was pranking you." I told him, shrugging.
"Thomas you traitor!" Minho pointed to the whoopee cushion. "Ok, it's true, but Thomas was helping me."
"If that's true then why didn't he get detention?"
I smirked at Minho. He pouted.
"Ugh, I don't know, because Rat Man thinks he's destined for awesomeness or something stupid like that!"
Newt started laughing. "Sure he does."
"Actually, I'm destined for greatness," I corrected him. "Now come on. Let's clean up this crap before another teacher sees it."
We cleaned up the whoopee pudding and headed back to the dorm. On the way, aside from joking with Minho and Newt about Rat Man, and trying to stop Minho from eating the pudding out of the whoopee cushion, I thought about what had happened.
I didn't get kicked out of college. I didn't even get detention (which I wasn't aware they had at this college). Alby had told me everything I needed to know about TGA. What he DIDN'T tell me was that V.P. Janson wasn't a complete jerkface to EVERYONE.
It was so strange, the way he had realized who I was and then changed his entire mood and behavior. He barely spoke to Minho, and he acted as if I was his star pupil.
Destined for great things? I don't know about that, but I do know I am a pretty lucky shank.
I remembered the Haunted House from yesterday, and how Alby said that when people go through it, things would change for them.
Well maybe this is it for me. My luck is changing. I didn't get kicked out, didn't get in trouble, and I'm on good terms with the Vice President of TGA.
If my luck really does change for the better, then maybe The Glader Academy won't be so bad after all.
A/N: Hello shanks! Chapter 2 officially done. I'm really lame and I used the actors last names for Thomas and everyone because I'm too lazy to think of last names for them. BUT that's ok.
So I bet you're wondering who Thomas' brother is supposed to be. Hehehe it's probably pretty easy to guess, but don't worry because he WILL make appearances in future chapters.
ANYWHO I hope you liked it. Chapter 3 soon to come! :)
-Lurky